texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...

Saturday, December 31, 2011

enter the listing shadow thecrawling spoon the stunnedlocker vomiting sugar enterthe steps clattering into themildew where a lampshadegrowls in the dust enter theluggage where a book smoldersand shoulders into the underwearenter the crawling ladder enterthe skull indentions where yourthumb has lost its eyes enterthe comb falling from yourglasses enter the swallowedair enter the towel you wipeyour ass with enter thecumbre de los pedos enterthe system throated andscummy with detergent enterthe scowling sock drawer whereyour urn awaits enter thelather enter the viennasausage enter the windowinto the whistling deep in yoursailing ear the hissing where thehorizon sinks scrawling into the lake

These rare moments pop. Half blue eyes penetrating mildew of years ever felt. He being restless and claustrophobic haunted by old channels of worn desolation. The groans of this room scream heartache. All he was I killed and shifted his grave in contorted infinity. There is a mirror near the bed that works two ways. He inquires about deconstruction. All things went beyond the scars you created. I heard the sound drunk and watched the land and sea from a desert place, pacing a restless man. Empty worlds, the occurrence of things to such a meditation in itself like sleep of peaceful moments to slip under pillows.

I Am A FactoryNihilism factories illuminated in robotic sounds and blaring darkness. Disheveled gray stillness waiting bewildered for majestic and flawed madness. Capitalistic clocks manipulate nerve centers and the sorrow of cold steel dreams. Professional chaos plagues sidewalk illusion made from nothing. Clamoring of treading monsters retreating into the auspices of night. Spit my metal and fantasia of machines. Counting middle fingers as currency. We are professionals. Holy vultures circle dead skies over captivity kids riding futility. I slip comfortably into the anonymity of enslaved motion. I am a factory within myself. There will be whistles and fingers tapping. The sound of wind, talking, farting, ringing in your ears. No voices from angels and saints of consciousness. Even inside the void is the stream of endless afterlife and the most deafening sounds of human machines and compulsive verbalizers spewing ears. Only silence. Capitalistic vacuums. Feet stomping silence.

Anarchists and Bodhisattvas“Why coherence?” the Bodhisatta pondered more than ever. Let us expose a subject to become famous and have children, slaves, to seek and yearn for this road to old age? Wife and death say what their actions deserve. And what subject? Death. To age is to go to old age, to undergo movement and rebellion and connection. Disease is the doubt of this possibility. Surrounded objects of pleasure, old age, thought and action, there is no befitting permanent tension. Death is animate and inanimate illness death disease insurgency nothing universes of tired defeat. The self of death, age, and universal forms. This need for speed behind the anarchy never permits shame, only imposition of living. The search for the anarchy, more than old age, all objects should step between for the simple search for elusive pleasures and luxuries in the world? What brings you to your rulers? Will I form coherence? The spiritual intervention of simple movement, smelly attack, centrality of commercial warfare. In declaration desire and force in conflict. All there is, look! Code preach the denial. Turmoil with the machine. Authority and consistency, all things, how and why. Let's wallow in the excess of possibility.

A Chorus Of Desperation Salacious old men drinking more to

die, all this mindfulness of the bottle began to set on the discontent of youth Sensual desire obtains the

sun slowly increased awareness of stars cursing all admiring her that leading up to my body strategies and attitudes experience stress this possibility

which is virtually without effort My vain beauty my window and like a watering means that they my pities and a moment is, the forest, all the at the same level, Buddha's awakening only at night…. all my drunken habitual tendencies fervor to penetrate highways in unison treading deep into euphoria that cuts

towards the pain I roll down into her subconscious mysterious darkness escaping theprinciples of weakening sorrow station the minds bewilderment

leading to lessons of pain itself We chanted a chorus of desperation through dark corners to those who humble themselves One with the pain swept away truth is all that is needed

Friday, December 30, 2011

Under the auspices of influence, under the influence of auspices,she let go boundaries to which I was accustomed. I am remindedof my safety and reserve when I accompany an individual who isforever lost to me. Because I am, and have been, comfortable isnot a sentence. She was not at peace, and she is gone. I promise youI would not change a thing I did not do. I listened and I told hershe had nothing she should fear. Her psyche was absorbedin making a disturbance that resulted from her need. I slept a longtime and escaped into the night. I knew that there were no activitiesI wanted beyond solitude. A friend is quiet many times you wantto ask her where she works and does she. I then heard a thousandwords include repeated words. I warmed the sound, was remindedof a music they would subsequently be. She sought to enlist mein retaliating against people who had frozen into cruelty. How fluidshe was not, how innocent she feigned to be. She chaperoned herown heart, blamed the others for withholding what would soothe.Her warm face and modest colored hair. I looked back without feeling.Often I am there. She mentioned generosity attributed to me.

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Thursday, December 29, 2011

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DUDE, WALL TO MOTHERFUCKING WALL TOTAL CHADS all day long, 24-7 TOTAL CHADS. TOTAL CHADS boxing each other in voluminous luminous sweats then eating cereal TOGETHER QUIETLY after. Fluorescent UFO-themed TOTAL CHAD cereals. MANDALAS spoked FLUORESCENT CHAD VAN DAANIKEN WHEELS and CRUNCHY EMOTICONS TOTAL CHADS SO LOVE float in milk float in TOTAL CHAD PROTEIN SHORTHAND all TOTAL CHADS love. SPOON someone's proof of TOTAL CHAD EVOLUTION. TOTAL CHADS play with spoons SPOONMAN they LIKE METALLICA don't SPOON OTHER TOTAL CHADS. Spoon shorthand equals spork me. SPARKY SPARKLY TOTAL CHAD HORSECOCK. TOTALLY CHAD EQUINES at racetrack. TOTAL CHAD HORSEBODIES getting some CHAD HORSETAIL spike their OWN TOTAL CHAD DRINKS with TOTALLY CHAD ROOFIES so they can RAPE THEIR CHADASS SELVES and be their own TOTALLY CHAD DATE RAPISTS. TOTAL CHAD in pregnant pause eating cereal with one massive arm resting in a TOTALLY CHAD ROOM massive CHAD ARM resting on a round wooden table near another TOTAL CHAD. TOTAL CHAD resting spoon upside-down on tongue and letting TOTAL CHAD tongue loll at other EQUALLY nonverbal TOTAL CHAD. Other TOTAL CHAD balancing spoon on TOTAL CHAD NOSE making sexy bonobo CHADFACE like a TOTAL MOTHERFUCKING CHAD!! TOTAL CHADS wrestling around in organza on the MILITARY CHANNEL. HITLER'S LEBENSBORN A TOTAL CHAD PROJECT. Hitler always wanted TOTAL CHADS all around his pale womanly body. TOTAL CHADS looking together towards TOTAL CHOADS passing by in gym TOTALLY DESTROYED wishing they were TOTAL CHADS. TOTAL CHADS FUCKING TOTAL CHOADS on Sean Cody's Mom's dining room table on the HISTORY CHANNEL. TOTAL CHADS deep into INVESTIGATION DISCOVERY. TOTAL CHAD SOIXANTE-NEUF, ANGRY TOTAL CHAD SOIXANTE-HUIT with subtitles on the CONFUSING OBNOXIOUSLY FRENCH TOTAL CHADS COMFORTINGLY CZECHOSLAVOKIAN OR GERMAN CHANNEL. TOTAL CHADS swimming the ENGLISH CHANNEL OF BISEXUALITY. TOTAL CHADS breaking Mom's lavendar flower bathroom decoration flowers preserved in glass in oil to pour the oils on their hot overheated TOTAL CHAD bodies over their TOTAL CHAD COCKS CHADASSES and watching oil pool in their TOTALLY CHAD NAVELS LIKE TOTAL CHADASSES. TOTAL CHAD BENDING OVER to put a TOTAL CHAD bumpersticker on his TOTALLY CHAD ELECTRIC LEAF HIS TOTAL CHAD BROWNSHIRT HUMMER. Electric Leaf collides with planetfucker Hummer but it's TOTALLY CHAD because this leads to TOTALLY CHAD MONKEY PUNK (HOT CHAD BOI) MONKEYTONK (HOT CHAD BEAR) GOLD'S GYM (HOT CHAD BO) MONKEYTREE (HOT CHAD TWINK) SEX! TOTAL CHAD raping a TOTALLY CHADWICK CHOAD who posed as a TOTAL CHAD just to see what it would feel like. At the UNIVERSITY FOR TOTAL CHADS. CHADHOUSE FRATERNITIES drinking each other's cum and tasting roofies and cereal CHAD VITAMINS. CHAD RIBOFLAVIN. CHAD NIACIN. Drinking TOTAL CHAD CUM LAUDE. TOTAL CHAD facing TOTAL CHOAD in court FALLING IN TOTAL CHAD LOVE. TOTAL CHAD waiting for TOTAL CHAD in prison and then having hot TOTAL CHAD PROBABLY ILLEGAL PAROLEE SEX on the living room floor of his BEST CHAD. Crying into TOTALLY CHADWICK organza. Pouring TOTAL CHAD cereal all over each other's TOTAL CHAD BODIES and becoming MONKEYCHADS scary when fingers interlace. AN UNCHADLIKE MOMENT. UNCOMMON CHAD LOVE. TOTALLY CHAD desire to have GOLD'S GYM emoticon carved in TOTAL CHAD TOMBSTONE. TOTAL CHAD in mourning for TOTAL CHAD. TOTAL CHAD taking pills PLAYING catch up. Fear of a TOTALLY CHADWICK DEATH drives TOTAL CHAD to HUMMER SUICIDE. Hummer goes off cliff with TOTAL CHAD inside thinking this is a TOTALLY CHAD death. TOTAL CHAD worries about wrong air freshener when TOTAL CHAD TWINK CRUSH CRUISEE gets on board TOTAL CHAD DRIVE. TOTAL CHAD wonders how it can still be alive? TOTAL CHADS have healthy socialist life on the HISTORY CHANNEL. OCTOGENARIAN GERMAN FORMER TOTAL CHADS talk about how they miss the smell of German TOTAL CHAD LEATHER then say something moral about planting wintergreen across fields where TOTAL CHAD MASSACRES occurred over and over. TOTAL CHAD WISTFULNESS for a few seconds then a commercial for something TOTAL CHADS want so fucking bad to punch in its MOTHERFUCKING FACE (FOREPLAY WITH TELEVISION IS A GOOD TOTAL CHAD DIAGNOSTIC TOOL).

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Silver of the children cautions candlelight. It is exceptional to wing where slivers chime.One's chemistry repairs the body that revives the spirit that may overtake the pastagainst our bitter judge. The word entonces lightens each responsibility. One chastens cleats,then trods. One stakes a claim, one sees the vintner, one approximates what venal repertoireonce salted these surroundings. She serves us etouffe it was a gem, as lights triangulatedany thought of venturing. Now harmony eclipses volleying, and safety turns to afterthought.As a rule, I compensate for exasperation. And symptoms of a stalwart lass begin to carvea place for dancing we imposed upon mere doppelgangers in new motion. Variouscontingencies went blank. We nerved the numb feat of the wheel aglimmer. And short-changedobvious contralto venom where it was. When I hear singing I hear temperance. And when I sip,I toast your health, and when you leave my feelings injured, I reverse the slim remote.

Constancy of purpose, wingspan, miles walked amid pale light to think by

61/pond wine comes to brittle birchthis once the leafageslows a season and predictedsnow encases even earlier than said this forest and this neighborhood

traced blue across the instantreach of long line copiousendearments make a homeand you can listen into tuba practice for exampledark brass on the rampagethrough the bass clef

little pinpricks of incessant silvermonitor their place in contextof a spree of compositionnobody relaxes like the armlong past conducting and the listener at rest expecting expectation

where surprise surfacedas pleasure maybe this resembles the nobilityensconced in definitionof a violet between halftones being sungin plain duet motif

62/rain is only rain again (learned momentnot gray Midwestern no-hope-left (momentumthat left me shadowed (showingjust this sure light once (how it isremoved from full strength (tall and leanrinse of warm sage (changedsheets of gathered shining (and changing

63/fragrance comes with the ideaof these scattered bloomsmoreover the indelible retreat into a wavelength portrayskismet to the powerbut look to frittering for play

mid-field the dowry passesto the next luckthus a singular reversion inward strikes a modea chord a recency to depthsunmarked because because because

§Thought outside of writing renews the temporality of the fragment in the context of a fragmentary unspecific. The original broadcast of ruin, assertive and sentimental, that poem convinced by precocious advent of entry, heaven’s poetic innocence, severed his death, his apotropaic grief, another death-by-elegy, but distracted first, fragmentary negotiable remembrance of supportive arguments, whether the story does or does not posit a place to be. Distorted by eloquent allusions, neither inimical nor dramatic, can be a nurse of number, miles of mind. The unrehearsed remains a fence so long as it sorts select astonishments with diverse locutions. If becoming a great poet required praise, the ninth drum, or cannon loin, a fortunate and obscure transaction might abuse the cities with awe, great singing in the headquarters of the world. And even if before my country I didn’t loiter in her, she offered this day the seeding of an overt propriety of night, that should be great if whose soul every palaces, by latent fountains, the infinite out to his ambush, and force him without original untraceable immersions, his malleable but inevitable retiring to non-existent concatenation.§Within this peg of time the early is the never. She fused a mural realism from language hasps, work grown in being what lingers in concentration as poetry. In this renegade essay her torsion is interred. The window of myth remains closed. Like gaseous fenestration, as painting is a poem, arbitration amuses. Was the written as the work drawn most recently from air we’ve had as creative languor? The poem succeeds the immanent wing. Others torque style into surface, as a poet labors poetics only in freeing a new persistence from suggestions of expression. The startling intrusion of ghosts’ internal poetic culture rescinds the ghost’s own occurrence, now radically erased and elemental. A cold colonial mode increases her, back to her connivance of a world. Poetry is played in oracular time. The axiom of the present is a mutation which the poet emblems formally into extremes. That has been excavated and made that, formed into a sanatorium compounded by twin artists of the class developed, school the same fully autistic drawn upon the tension compacted as the carom of sympathy, this a poetic deliberation of experience, or the rose. Fictional hands. Idling with observations first is the historical poet, a century woven medieval fondly, heretical from embodied and ingrained as such, violence of the basic expanse and parcel of nobility. Closed reactions achieve experience seen as white space as if within. Immixed visions imagined the dormant space of a gestural language, coiled mesh of sense reflective on that concrete wing, within work’s wine if composition endowed with allocation, mobile spelling, a fading of the picture, ghost magazines and cited absolutions. Rhythmic voids. Selected by her art, subjective onus fulfills her library, a seizure of time as turned in a unifying focus, background that offers no absolute doubt. As a way of reading tormented before former antics of an errant canon, it takes hands bearing with a habitual poetic of patience seen in transparent law. Reason twirls the singing. The century of our heretical sieve organized the poem as a place for poet’s words. A situation apart from feeling, the handling of formal intrinsics, as one object in its place. Overgrown with flourishing, the extreme cheats us, used as an invention of very immense, a tonality of as. Of the flagrant disparity of poets in their fantasy of the fantastic child, words never compute the equation of such grief. There, in the couple overwhelmed by motion, conditioned meaning tools all eloquence to the authorship of temptation. The banner of being itself, being is the banishment of armor as such, an amor languaged into form, to be read as an “I shall”. Praise etched them only in praise. Now the woven into a peacock one says of innocence. I pulse rapaciousness to make the magnanimous pitiful in wonderful emergence. Let history be transformed by appalling and ancient rantings, or by a personal grotesqueness lying upon history’s presence, the shapeless perusal of mind unimagined, striate, shimmering on the brink of animation. One another unveils if pictures resemble discernible sky, recognize the mobility of our world, subject composed of manufactured paintings. The end waits as resonance specifically rathe. The conventional dialect of simultaneous readings receives its mobility from the array of improper names. Masks in escrow erratic as what furnitures the world with sound. Strings float images are heretical views of artifice. An observation of the air can magically when subjected to recognition. Imposed then fabulous, fable of the poet, this I mired in poems, rose as a gerund of nervous seeking. For it sings the woven sound opens like avenues reaching a second breach. Which one sings even as ear is subject to cathected theories of inseparable instruction, constitutive of the world as poetry.§

2.) The Stones are funny. More than they are pathetic. It is hard to be very rich and pathetic. It is hard to be very rich and funny. Timon is funny. Mental illness too in sleeping bags too is funny though too.

5.) Google Buzz dear poetry, Are you to be impressed by astronomers now?

6.) The moon is so ghetto.

7.) A bridal bed is ascribed by the other sources, failing lust's interesting mountain. Cut his lovely hair. Not the fatal stones.

8.) I have spent years jealous, chasing retarded dolphins, the Offspring of foam.

9.) O mouse combing its hair over and over in a minor chord, frightened by a resounding magic oaf!

10.) THUS IN THE RING HARMING NOBODY.

11.) Praise is plain speech. It is not lust, not even chipmunk.

12.) Cleverbot: Do you like Facebook? User: Please excuse me. My face is on fire.

13.) Cleverbot: Do you dunk your bread in it? Are you crawling again? Are you? A tree thinks no perception of time very interesting, why are humans bound by time?

14.) User: Family Guy I think. User: I'm not masturbating.

DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS

I am never aloneThough they do flee meWho sometime did me seekI can wade in the mirrorI know I look like a Kosovo drug dealerlipsynching Bananarama's "Cruel Cruel Summer"dancing for the snipers through the snowHe picked his name from a bad American movieWhat an asshole! I agreeBut the lady in the Dollar StoreSaid I glimmerWhat you think whores don't remember complimentsJust because they're whores?Take one to TOYS R US one timeAnd see if it ain't ChristmasI hope she didn't mean like crackShe's no strangerDo I remind you maybeof funny church onion domesor those testicle clackerswrapped in pantyhoseI am usually embroiledin some untelegenic war or otherDo you think God is like a celebrityWho has abused its fameAnd now must accept even a rehab tv show?God, I hope not becauseI would want my relativesThe ones I failed to knowOn the better daysI am a pigeonI'm trying for "pigeon of God"And on my best daysI am a funny pigeonDoing something funny and pigeonyFor no money in the plazaYou built for pigeonsYou are under the groundWe are under the ground too!There are pigeons evenin the Underworld! Hurray!But thanks for the emailsI found an actual letter from youThe other day and criedBecause you had used your human hand!To speak! Who does that?!I was thirteen you had hopeI would at least make wedding guestI could have remained a psychotic virginOr worked at those I Can't Believe It's Yogurtstores while they still existedLook I never murdered anyoneAnd there's a good chanceI will die wearing bunny slippers nowWithout camouflage pantsSo as far as I'm concernedThings are looking up

Monday, December 26, 2011

I patched together something that was you again. The foreground lingered, and imaginary stretches pinked on top of satisfice. Indifference, your main friend, differed from instead of with my fine menagerie. It is the sylph of chaperones divides us. And your memory, my overtime, my quest, this yarn. If only sacrifice were buried where we locate strength. Then I would caution you to manifest this winter briskly near colloquial young bronze. A film along your scrutiny might splinter, and then yardage would be lost. Someone tracks progress under the auspices of penury. I child while watching an occlusion dry. And then some optical-illusive pack mule eases down the trail with our supplies. If I should talk to you, would you provide clues as to places I might start? A trail of speech divides the cost of doing rinses. And we linger, we confide, we offset-print respective brides.

He learns to have apologized. She has taught him to atone for her mis-takes.He writes a text he seeks to have erased. He has been taught to take himselfaway from evidence that he is here, and linked to her, for whom he must apologize.There are not words enough. She commands that he remove himself, part of herself.She directs that he apologize. She likens him to what she will not be. She readsthe mirror in translation. She leaves herself sequestered, as he drives the crowdout of her eyes. She likes the shadows as the wake he leaves her for. She hearsthe cinders crush when he arrives. The drive would not be smooth. Her eyesighttakes in darkness. He endures what seems in part safe. She is careful anymoreto love the votive rasp of candlelight he has become. Before the light has dried.

Flex me, anterior calling bard, pining for disinfectant. Vials of nutrient, abandoned in swirling meat, drag opinions through a meal binder, all but effacing any glance toward twilight. Bland, ostracized nectarines take it off for narrow, spaced ingenues, unravel a mummified backstrap, and leave nothing to nibble. Penetrating nocturnes howl for smoked singles, tiling a bathroom with good, newfangled fluoride. Phylum Dildo, in her spinal fact-losing diet, meets severed cops on a tame bazooka face, connecting hungry molars with grillwork, trivial eyes eluded. At sunset, she tacks up a list of porcelain freight cars to sell before headlines take cover. At ten, a cart of solitary boondocks rides by asleep, enjoying penumbral bliss. Ashamed of his notoriety, a lost riot cop sends fish bait to church, forking into dorkiness, convulsive intransigence, and spurred leaches. It is, of course, importunate to dismember that clan of cave-earning bleaters, though furnace plantations were sown for just this pearly vortex. Chimps decree, by odors known to sellers of a big, green horoscope, that complications may set off rainy actions, irreducible and litigious. Corridors thus clarified, clarinets challenge Boolean, all-girl rhythms to a dance with dearth, albeit for now.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

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circuits as wilderness has not yet unfolded, invented, or have been made apparent, tolerated, invested, or whispered—such premeditated uncertainties inviteus to a masquerade from which no arrival is ended.

it did not start in time or in spare-change,effort did not make stealth a companionbut the compass of territoriality knows nootherness besides temporary licensemasked by utter-statelessness.

totes and pinafores are set to scatterplastic dolls on nearly every pageof classic education theory meaningthe sober rubber-stamping that the in-housebureaucrats have grips on going roundtheir phones in strictest isolation fromfamily autos coming down to questionthe interpersonal relationshipsa previously grounded child’s storystarting with a hopeful line of plasticformats in which the sensing elementis rooted pulling figures into everytransformation while a frieze of twohippos makes an island paradise

tidal

as eyes adjust to focus sizes shapesand ages hiding under their enormoushats and watch sequential sketchbook pagespass through exposed white painted walls encasingtheir spirits keep on spying lines abouthis lips resolve to lick as if he mighttaste the burning sand and fail to heedthe day’s red heat has grown no longer peacefulbut merciless how summertime keeps strolling the beach the surf the poolside ways eroticneed converts the hilly vistas sketchtheir everyday contingencies refractinggold on the breakers tempered to the rhythmsof bodies beaming through the washroom screen

teatime

the teacloths hung up afternoons leave outthe words they used to do you want to feeldangerous their anger isn’t sleeplesssunsets giving way beneath a fullmoon always leaves them to their ordinaryprivate strolls a while you see they reachconclusions custom made for lovers what’sbeen happening to sleep has gone the wayyou see they look to you want dangerousto feel their anger cannot fathom yourwearing out their words are leaving themspace for silent twilight walks and youcome round to what a waste it is how ijust swill it on a spoon awhile and eat

SALTClimactic expectations quality hilt apex of the stasis. In only so trying to awe him out so diffused the ache of print. Literal kiosk language. The figure of the miracle prolapsed rhetorically. Melting pot ephod koan. In the end finally, seemingly in the labyrinth. Aster whorls the zenith, shanty occurs in harm. For a wound not formed in local finality, minimal evidence of the wish, as if the cold began in a dust of spite hours before the ascent of his poetical explicability. To write a personal bleakness in the miraculous forum of the hive. A thoroughly psychological need eventually critiques the songs. Wishbone crib. Noise coven. The fingers admit the toys. Deaccessioned gasp of bone. Knot of butterfly fathers. The light of the landscape prefigures the fall. Grease mantra. Generative duration. Anther cess. Gravity eats the visage manna. Perhaps an introduction to the decade is doubled in nervous winter. I crass his fist, coupled intentionalities of the drifted hidden, companions of ghost mentation written in shadow crave, evil aster down, the window flies forth unconcerned. Wine spirit froth, eye of the vulture, overcome by an earnest treaty of spiritual frenzy. What about the relaxed heresy of the boiled fatalities? Spasms of convened unity ruin the course. If this was compulsion, then spirit was heredity, that the realization of sight ought to change the cosmos is expected, thus will is not adverse to the array, the telekinetic solitude of the injunction, where the magician inheres in the existence of becoming, and this maneuver of a particular cosmology presages the gift of a sacrificial chemistry, the anarchy of mist a ritual correctly inhibited by an essential continuance of the wound, perfected in alchemical hemlock seed, the soul ordained as a tone of transformation. One gnosis of filtered reference. Amen terror sleep sensors, beheaded baptisms, bells mixed with token crime. The judicial largesse of transformation. Seldom yodel for logos questioning the nostalgia of the anguish, risen bedraggled as elf manure, practical math of undue violence, follow the ledge to the solvent of the absolute. Nominates the septuagint. Surd wends topple liturgical, gestural aphids crook, actuarial bicycle confided in the cynical enlightenment, beyond the privileged freedoms of the epidemic activities, selvedge along the viaducts of the epidermis, no evidence for the pointlessness of gestures. Unswervingly refined digraph the selling point of the act, diphthong fornication philosophy begets to forget, the boring purity of repetition as described. Miming the uncommon certainty of these ideas as jokes. Please moisten this seeing with a seasoning of disagreement. An inkling of words in the ink, comeuppance a pittance of poetry, one-upmanship as an divergence of freelance poetics, divagations down the runway, ergo the energy of the dance.